You descend the tube, the smell of a stinking cloud following. This appears to be the final level of the drop tube.

Halls are dark to either side. Dense foliage and the strong smells and sounds of nature are ahead. The area is junglelike, with many plants of strange and colorful types, many unfamiliar even to our Druid.

The passage heads down and the golem quickly turns and, though beeps and whistles, you get the impression that this goes further below decks. You decide to explore this deck a bit more, finding a few closets with broken mops, empty boxes, and so forth, and eventually come to an open doorway. Peeking in you see a lounge of some sort, quite dark within.

It flies erratically, staying far from the light. A strange sound, not unlike what Algrim made in the shaft earlier, is emitted and you can see a haze form behind the creature. To the druid reaction [2d6-1] = 3-1 = 2, it says,

"My name is Ulster. I take care of trees, and animals who live in the trees, and other animals, like you. I would like to know more about you and your cave. Have you been to the other caves in this place?"

I have never ventured from this cave, We get bugs aplenty to eat from the large area outside. Some of my brothers have been to the large area, but many do not return. Horrors and too much light await outside. Our cave is our home and most of us do not venture from beyond its walls.

I've only heard stories, but they are not good. There are plants and animals that eat us.

There are animals with tentacles and one with a great mouth and tongue. My cousin was eaten by it, the tongue was apparently many body-lengths long and my cousin was eaten in a heartbeat. Even the swamp ground walks in great mounds, shambling down the way, who grab at us while we eat flies and pull us in, never to be seen again.

There are flowers that, if you try to drink of their nectar, drink back, striking with their own tongues and eating us. There is one kind of plant that killed many of our kind as they ate the berries--giant serrated things like teeth grabbing and grinding us alive. I could hear their screams from the cave!

I've vowed never to leave my cave except perhaps to go to the hall you are in. Sometimes we can find yummy bugs there.

The haze around the creature's back end reappears and it moves forward from the gassy release, its wings acting more for guidance than for locomotion, it seems.

Ulster relays the gas bat's information to the rest of the party. He considers making friends with some of them; they might be useful scouts. But they also seem to get eaten a lot. "Let's leave these creatures alone and move on," he says.

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